"I have met Uncle Song, my little girl Jing Ruyi, and my father Jing Ji."
After many twists and turns, Jing Ruyi finally got his wish and met Song Zheng, the minister of Dali Temple.
"Bao Laihan, a commoner, has met Mr. Song." Bao Laihan stood aside with a slight restraint and said congratulations.
Hearing this, Song Zheng was slightly startled, quickly stood up, looked at Jing Ruyi's appearance, and said: "It turns out she is Brother Jing's daughter. She has grown so big in a blink of an eye. Come on, come on, please sit down."
Seeing Song Zheng's kind attitude, Jing Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, uncle."
"Come on, Brother Jian, please sit down too." Jing Ruyi greeted.
Bao Lai nodded hard and sat down a little uneasily.
Song Zheng glanced at Bao Laijian, then looked at Jing Ruyi, showed a kind smile, and said: "Niece Xian, what do you want to do when you come to the capital to see your uncle this time?"
"Brother Jing, are you still okay?"
Jing Ruyi hesitated for a moment, then stood up, knelt down directly, and cried: "Uncle Song, my father died unjustly... As a child, it is really against filial piety if you cannot wash away your father's grievances."
"However, the little girl is weak and has no choice but to come to Uncle Song for help."
Song Zheng frowned slightly and asked, "What happened?"
Jing Ruyi told Song Zheng everything about the Jiangnan corruption case.
Song Zheng frowned and his eyes flickered. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "Niece Xian, how do you want me to help you?"
"Uncle Song, I want to sue Yan Song for embezzling Jiangnan gold and framed 19 court officials including my father." Jing Ruyi took out his father's blood letter from his arms and said in a deep voice.
After saying this, Jing Ruyi looked at Song Zheng with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.
"Show me!" Song Zheng looked calm, stretched out his hand, took the blood book, and read it carefully.
The blood book records Jing Ji's changes in mood and his resentment towards Yan Song, the culprit in the Jiangnan corruption case...
"The words in this blood letter are fierce and full of resentment. I think before Brother Jing passed away, he was unwilling to do so." Song Zheng said softly and handed the blood letter back.
"But just relying on this blood letter may not be enough to sue Yan Song. Did Brother Jing leave any evidence before his death?"
"If there is no evidence, it would be extremely difficult to sue the current cabinet bachelor!"
Seeing that Song Zheng was interested in helping, Jing Ruyi grabbed the blood book and said excitedly: "Uncle Song, I have another piece of evidence, which clearly records how Yan Song plundered people's wealth, divided it up with officials at all levels, and made false accusations.
An official from Jiangnan Prefecture."
"Okay, hurry up and get the evidence. After I get the evidence, I will report it directly to the emperor during the court meeting tomorrow to vindicate Brother Jing." Song Zheng nodded, with a serious look on his face, and ordered.
"Okay...I'll go back and get it..."
Jing Ruyi was very excited and excited. She stood up and was about to leave when she suddenly paused.
Jing Ruyi turned around in a daze and looked at the calligraphy on the wall. The handwriting was elegant, majestic and bold. It was obviously written by a famous artist.
However, what made Jing Ruyi shiver all over was that on the red seal of the copybook, there were two words - Yan Song.
Naturally, Song Zheng also saw Jing Ruyi's movements.
He stood up slowly, looked at Jing Ruyi, and said, "Niece Xian, what's wrong?"
"Uncle Song, why is Yan Song's copybook hanging in your room..." Jing Ruyi was silent for a while and whispered.
Song Zheng looked calm and said softly: "Yan Song, the cabinet scholar, is my mentor, and I am also a member of the Yan Party."
As soon as these words came out, Jing Ruyi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was filled with chills.
"Xiannie, logically speaking, given my relationship with Jing Ji, I shouldn't take action against you."
"However, you actually wanted to sue Mr. Yan and found me. If I let you leave like this, I'm afraid I, the Minister of Dali Temple, would have to do my best."
"The situation is stronger than the people. If you have no power or influence, how can you fight against the current chief minister?"
Song Zheng's face was still expressionless, and his tone was still elegant and casual, unhurried and unhurried, but Jing Ruyi felt a deep chill from it.
It’s over!
Jing Ruyi's heart was filled with despair, and she collapsed on the ground.
Bao Laijian had no idea, and fear filled his heart.
…
Jinyiwei, a small courtyard in Fusi, Nanzhen.
"You brat, you're back."
An old man in white uniform said casually while watering the flowers.
"Yes, master, I'm back."
Li Gexiao took the watering can from the old man's hand and said softly.
"Do you think the time has come?" The old man looked at the flowers and plants in the yard and asked slightly.
Li Gexiao looked serious, nodded slightly and said, "Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind."
"The east wind has come. Concubine Wan Gui is ill and has disappeared. Now there is speculation among the government and the public that Concubine Wan Gui may become sick. All forces are preparing to take action and take the opportunity to carve up Concubine Wan Gui's power."
The old man was none other than Zheng Dongliu, the deputy commander of Fusi in Jinyiweinan Town.
"Then I'll find someone to expose the matter..." Li Gexiao said impatiently.
Zheng Dongliu shook his head, patted Li Gexiao's shoulder, and said, "Wrong! You are still too impatient. What did I say to you when I withdrew from the election?"
"Master... you said that if you want to deal with corrupt officials and powerful officials, you have to be more cunning than them!" Li Gexiao hesitated for a moment and then said.
"You remember part of it, but you forgot the more important part."
"Today, let me tell you again, the most important thing for those in our profession is to save lives. If you can save your lives, you will have more time, make more plans, and create a one-hit opportunity to kill all those damn things.
Kill."
"Patience is not cowardice, but to attack better."
"Everyone thought that my son was crippled and bedridden. I gave up the fight to be the commander and stayed in the yard all day growing flowers and grass. He was already crippled."
"But in fact, I have been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to kill with one strike."
"Remember, if you want to get rid of traitors, you have to be more treacherous than them, and if you can steal the meat from the fox's mouth, you have to be more cunning than the fox."
Zheng Dongliu's whole aura changed, and the stormy aura spread out, like a lion waking up.
Li Gexiao's expression changed and he asked: "Master, what do you think we should do?"
"wait!"
"We have to wait until dog bites dog before we can take action. Their power is so intertwined that they need an opportunity to uproot them."
"I have a hunch that this opportunity will not last long... Yan Song's son Yan Shifan has entered the court as an official today. Yan Song should have some new moves, just wait and see."
"Wait until this Grand Scholar Yan makes his move first, then we can divert the trouble to the east and take the opportunity to get rid of Wei Zhongxian's forces."
Zheng Dongliu calmed down his momentum, turned back into the appearance of an old farmer, and spoke unhurriedly.
"Yes." Li Ge smiled and nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Speaking of which, master, I saved two people on the way..."